I'm partial to March lion weather. The downpour has been nonstop, the winds are blustery and my toes are darn near frozen together but you can feel the seasons are changing nonetheless. Wore my scratchiest wool sweater today (knit it myself cause I can never find them scratchy enough) while I hunkered down in the shop and watched rain splash down the storefont for hours.

And as Spring starts announcing herself to you, here in the deep South, perched inches above the Great Southern Ocean, we're anticipating autumn. The leaves are starting to turn, ready to take flight in the newly-chilled southerlies, and I'm starting to look at my winter wardrobe: will my old cable-knit sweater last another winter? How can it not?I put socks onto old Thread Bear last night. He's eighty years old now, and was starting to grumble about the cooler evenings. And C-Leo Paw-Print, the calico cat from the feline queendom has gained girth with her annual coat-change. I love winter, despite the fact that it will never snow in Auckland. For true cold, we need to travel 800 kilometres downhill, to where the world's best oysters are grown.. and are being harvested, right now.

No matter what the deluge, you are fortunate to be surrounded by eternal spring in your shop. Such beauty and even an adorable dog starring in Midsummer Night. Now tell me true... would he be Bottom with a furry head to make Titania, the queen of the fairies fall in love with him"? Are we not all fairies in love with dreams of warm summer nights, without the need of scratchy wool sweaters?

I've had this page open on my computer browser(not sure if that is how you can say it, sometimes a bit lost with computer lingo) as the photographs are simply beautiful and they resonate perfectly with my moods.